Chapter 605: CCXXI. Ecstasy
[Holy Spirit Calendar Year 2690, September 1st.]
[East of the Narrow Sea, Silver Moon City, under rain and snow.]
[Zote, dead.]
Fen was assigned during the army’s defeat and ordered in times of crisis to hold on until Fafna returned.
The strategic value of the dragon, let’s put it this way, Heaven Port has its own B2 bomber.
He succeeded.
The firelight still stained the horizon of the night sky, the wind broke the already withered flagpole, even the Madmen of the Eternal Sect, their bodies, with hands not yet closed, seemed to still try to grasp the smoke. No one knew if, in their final moments, they truly believed they would enter the Eternal Hall of the Dragon Lord.
Heavy Priests, shattered and frozen under dragon breath, dissipated with the wind and snow, melting in the scorching heat of Mulong’s exotic realm in mid-September.
Blood drenched the soles of boots, everyone took a tour at the gates of hell, those thick iron and flesh piles, illuminated by the city fires at night, showed a chilling rough black and the splattering crimson, dense and unyielding.
"This place looks too evil; quickly clean up and sweep the battlefield."
Wolman, battered and bruised, sat on the corpse of a Heavy Giant can, without the ecstasy of victory, just the weariness accumulated from years of fighting as the Wetland Rebel Army and the desperate path through the East Sea, swept over him with listlessness.